The zombies were transported back to the base. They were properly secured in reinforced cages bolted to the floor of the transport vehicle, each one bound at the arms and legs, heads covered to limit sensory triggers.
Even then, they didn't stop moving.
The restraints creaked under the strain as the infected twisted and jerked against them, low guttural sounds slipping through the hoods.
"Still got a lot of fight," one of the operators muttered.
Ryan kept his eyes on them the whole ride back.
"Don't underestimate that," he said. "They don't feel pain the same way we do."
The convoy passed through the outer gates of Basa Air Base, security opening and sealing behind them in tight sequence. Armed personnel were already waiting at the designated containment zone.
"Unload!" Ryan ordered as soon as they stopped.
The rear doors opened.
The team moved fast.
Two operators per infected, lifting and dragging the restrained bodies out while keeping pressure on the limbs.
